Tony Dekker
Land Of The Glass Pinecones
Land of the glass pineconesThey only grow for the full moonThe farmers never gather themThe magic cones are heaven-sentLand of the glass pineconesTheir seeds are made of rhinestonesThe squirrels never scatter themThey know what rhinestone seeds portendLand of the glass pineconesThey smash on the grass when the wind blowsThe splinters fly throughout the landAnd pierce the eye of every manLand of the glass pineconesThe eye now sees what the tree knowsThe splinters burn, but then we learnThat when we spend we have to bendIts all a part of nature's planAll a part of nature's planLand of the glass pinecones
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